I DO NOT OWN ANY ONCE UPON A TIME CHARACTERS THEY OWN TO THEIR CREATORS
STAY WITH ME FOREVER
The doorbell went off indicating a new customer has entered. Mr. Gold made his way to the front and then he saw the Red-haired woman standing in the doorway she wore a purple long jacket with a white shirt underneath and blue jeans with black boots. Some of her hair framed her right eye. She smiled when she saw him.
"Good Morning Miss Johnson. How can I help you today?" He asked politely and made his way towards her.
"Good Morning Mr. Gold. I wanted to know if my order has arrived today?" She asked and he went behind his desk taking out a box.
"Why yes, it arrived early this morning." He said and opened it inside was a dagger its holt was black with a ruby in the middle and its sheath was black and red, she had been looking for this dagger for awhile, seeing she loved collecting stuff as a hobby but her true passion laid in music.
"It is beautiful – how did you even get it Mr. Gold." She asked shocked that he had managed to get the right one.
"Let's just say I have my ways and leave it at that." Mr. Gold smiled and she watched him.
"Fine, so how much do I owe you Mr. Gold?" She asked knowing with Mr. Gold everything came with a price. Many was afraid of him but she found him a very interesting man to be around with he had his humour side.
"How about you play me a beautiful song as payment and enlighten me with your tales." He said with calm and she watched him with a surprise expression.
"Is that all you want Mr. Gold?" She asked in disbelieve."
"For now that will do. Your music is very soothing to hear and I enjoy listening to your tales. I'll come by tomorrow to collect." He said and handed her the box she smiled.
"Then I look forward to your visit Mr. Gold and I'll make dinner too, can't let you starve." She said and then walked towards the door excited to have the item she's been waiting for she turned as she opened the door.
"Good day to you Mr. Gold." She said with a bright smile and he made a small smile at her.
"Good day to you too Miss Johnson until tomorrow." He said and she closed the door. For a moment he stood unmoving just watching the door where she had gone out. He remembered everything unlike the other Storybrooke people and he knew exactly who she was; she was after all the woman he had once met in the woods the fierce and interesting woman with one bright blue eye and the other one a brilliant green. He smiled and went to his workshop to continue working on his trinkets. He was looking forward for tomorrow night. Listening to her play was something he had enjoyed, it soothed his mind and she was an excellent person to talk to her tales was interesting.